Violette: Woeful Neighs, Dear Friends! Guess What? I have hurt my footsie. It actually happened a week ago. At the end of one of my work sessions, #1 noticed that I was limping when I trotted. I had done a lot of turns and stuff and they thought that maybe I had strained something along the way, so they put me on a few days' rest with some yummy stuff to relax my muscles. But when they trotted me again several days after, I was still lame in the fore left leg. So #1 called the vet and he came out to examine me (we horses mostly get barn calls).
He felt my pulse in both lower legs...
... and he said it was quicker on the lame side than the other side, indicating an inflammation. So, I got an injection and then, for six days, I get medication morning and evening mixed with a little grain (yummy!). He will come and see me again next Tuesday and, if there is still a problem, he will do an ultrasound.
My poor #1 is terribly worried about me, especially that there is long-term abandonment on the cards, as Tama-Chan mentioned yesterday. She is coming to see me every day and gives me wonderful brushies. Please note that I am not in any pain at all if I refrain from trotting.
Here I am after getting brushed yesterday:
I was very busy enjoying my salt lick (she calls it my lollipop!). It's Himalayan pink salt, Dahlings!
And here is my medication...
I hate to worry #1 but, for now, my woefulness is proving quite bearable!
Oh, and here is a funny story for you! Apparently, my Mama, Hôtesse, was rather naughty yesterday and got out of her field. #1 found her enjoying fresh spring grass in the middle of the field, while poor little Ebène was totally panic-stricken on the other side of the fence:
#1 ran off to get a headcollar and managed to put her back in her field. You rock, Mama!